Tuesday, June 09, 2009

The Continuing Weekly Adventures Of Dr. Zachary Smith H.M.O.

Here we join Dr. Smith at his campsite deep within the jungle, …of the …yard.

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Dr. Smith? DR. SMITH! I know you are here Dr. Smith. Show yourself!

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GEORGE! Conduct a sweep…

*grumble grumble why does this always happen to me…*

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-=PLEASE HOLD=-

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Alright, we found him.

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We are not exactly sure why Dr. Smith left the campsite, but it may have something to do with the impending sense of doom hanging in the air, and the advancing weed-whacker.

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George, que the weed-whacker.
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GEORGE!
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forget it, just cut to the next scene.

After traveling for a couple of hours, {or was it days?} {it was hours.} {I know, I was being dramatic.} {Oh.}

Like I was saying, He came to what looked to be a dried-up river, and decided to follow it to its delta, but about halfway through, he got distracted by what looked to be a fortress, looming on the horizon, having never seen a vampire film, or any film for that matter, he went to investigate.